Shpooky
I went into work for a couple of hours today. We have an underground carpark with an entrance directly into our office, through a security door. You swipe your card and you have to push the door with both hands because it's heavy.
I walked in the door to the office, went the couple of metres to the security room, and turned the alarm off. You have to sign a book when you turn the alarm off so anybody else who comes in knows there's someone else in the office. As I did that, I heard the door to the carpark open. I poked my head out into the hall to see who was there, just as the door was closing. Nobody came in and I didn't hear anyone go out, (they can come up a set of stairs right next to the door), so I opened the door to see who'd gone out. There was n.o.b.o.d.y. Odd.
Off I went to my desk. I didn't know where the main light switch was, so the office was dark, but not so dark that I couldn't work. After I'd been there for a while, I started hearing noises like people were doing work. I stopped what I was doing and just listened. I could hear the noise of a printer that sounded like there was a bunch of stuff being processed.
Did I mention there was nobody in the office? Hmmm... A bit later on, I had to walk to the other end of the office to copy something. All the equipment was turned off when I got there.
There was definitely something (someone?) in the office with me. It didn't bother me. It just felt strange.....like they could see what I was doing, but I couldn't see what they were doing.
Workaholic ghosts. What next?
I walked in the door to the office, went the couple of metres to the security room, and turned the alarm off. You have to sign a book when you turn the alarm off so anybody else who comes in knows there's someone else in the office. As I did that, I heard the door to the carpark open. I poked my head out into the hall to see who was there, just as the door was closing. Nobody came in and I didn't hear anyone go out, (they can come up a set of stairs right next to the door), so I opened the door to see who'd gone out. There was n.o.b.o.d.y. Odd.
Off I went to my desk. I didn't know where the main light switch was, so the office was dark, but not so dark that I couldn't work. After I'd been there for a while, I started hearing noises like people were doing work. I stopped what I was doing and just listened. I could hear the noise of a printer that sounded like there was a bunch of stuff being processed.
Did I mention there was nobody in the office? Hmmm... A bit later on, I had to walk to the other end of the office to copy something. All the equipment was turned off when I got there.
There was definitely something (someone?) in the office with me. It didn't bother me. It just felt strange.....like they could see what I was doing, but I couldn't see what they were doing.
Workaholic ghosts. What next?
posted by E in Oz at 5:58 pm
these thoughts escaped my brain at 5:58 pm
4 Comments:
Haha, workaholic ghosts? Maybe they're working to pay the mortgage/rent on their haunted houses.
It was probably me. I'm a workaholic, dontcha know- and I wouldn't put it past me to be a workaholic at someone else's workplace.
Seriously, that sounds really creepy!
*humming Twilight Zone theme song*
I spook my folks every now and then when I print at the office from my home computer.
I don't suppose there were any papers in the printer, huh?
*back to humming the theme song*
Maybe someone had been worked to death...
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